At this moment, Meng Qiuyan felt as if she were standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to step into the abyss before her.
But Yuran’s call, like the last piece of floating wood, once gave her hope. She too had wished to freely make her choices, more than once wanting to accept Yuran’s invitation to join Ran Studio.
Yet... behind her were too many concerns, and she couldn’t bear to burden Yuran as well.
Now, she truly needed a piece of floating wood like Yuran to give her a hand.
Meng Qiuyan’s voice choked up a little, "Yuran..."
Yuran knew all too well what Meng Qiuyan was thinking at this very moment.
She didn’t speak, allowing Meng Qiuyan to vent her emotions quietly. After five minutes, Meng Qiuyan managed to regain her composure.
She spoke again, "Yuran, it’s not that I don’t want to sign with your studio. It’s just that I have a mess behind me, and I don’t want to trouble..."
Yuran interrupted her, "Qiuyan, between us, I think it’s not too much to ask for honesty."
Meng Qiuyan: "...I..."
Yuran said, "When I decided to sign you, I had already considered all possible scenarios. Now is the best time for you to switch allegiances. Your mother..."
Meng Qiuyan held her breath, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe, "You know?"
"I know," Yuran didn’t hide anything but was very straightforward, "Your mother is your greatest obstacle. And now, there are audiences who say that you artists from Xusheng with considerable fame are feeding on the ’blood-steamed buns’;
Artists in the same company without fame are sleeping around, while you famous ones are using the resources gained from their sleep-overs, filling your bowls to the brim;
I can solve each and every one of these public opinions for you. Ever since I decided to sign you, I never thought of ignoring your affairs.
If you have time now, can you come and see me?"
Having said all this, Meng Qiuyan felt that she would be too pretentious if she didn’t agree. All these years of repayment should be enough to repay that person for raising her.
In her life to come, she should also plan for herself.
"It’s fine. I’m coming to you now."
"Great, Villa No. 1 at Platinum Imperial Palace."
After hanging up the phone, Yuran turned around with a smile and looked at Bo Yan, who stood behind her with Zhizhi dozing off in his arms.
Seeing her look over, Bo Yan slightly raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of smiles, "What is it?"
"Brother Qi, you heard my call, didn’t you?"
Bo Yan nodded, "I know."
"I’ve asked Meng Qiuyan to come over. Do you need to avoid us for a bit?"
Bo Yan: "..." He looked at the grinning girl, feeling a headache coming on, and spoke faintly, "Baby, can you... afford this place?"
"What do you mean? Are you telling me I’m poor?"
Bo Yan, "It’s not that you’re poor, but relative to me, you’re not wealthy."
Yuran pouted her lips, stepped forward angrily, stood in front of Bo Yan, and looked up at him, "Isn’t what’s yours mine?"
Bo Yan was at a loss for words, "Alright, mine is yours, and yours is still yours, but... baby, am I such a person you can’t be seen with?"
Yuran: "...Um, I didn’t mean that. If you’re willing to stay here and don’t mind, of course I’d be very happy. I was just worried you might mind."
"I would be very happy," Bo Yan smiled. "I’m playing with Zhizhi with blocks in the living room, so you can go talk in the study with Meng Qiuyan."
Yuran: "...I get what you mean."
So when Meng Qiuyan entered and saw Bo Yan, the great movie star, building blocks with Zhizhi in the living room, followed by Yuran behind her, she was slightly shocked.
Her gaze swept back and forth between the two for a long time before she found her voice again, "Yuran, you and the great movie star Bo Yan... you guys... "
Yuran walked over to Bo Yan and looked seriously at Meng Qiuyan, "Qiuyan, let me formally introduce you. My husband, Bo Yan, my son, Bo Zhi."
Meng Qiuyan was still a bit dazed as she followed Yuran into the study, and it wasn’t until Yuran went downstairs to bring her a cup of warm water that she seemed to snap out of her shock.
"So before, when you announced you wouldn’t accept any scripts before graduation, it was because..."
Yuran shook her head and handed her the water, "It’s not entirely that; one reason is genuinely wanting to study seriously, and the other is wanting to let our popularity settle down;
I don’t want the public to pay too much attention to us, after all, Bo Yan is so popular, I don’t want my family exposed to the reporters’ cameras."
Meng Qiuyan, "I just can’t believe that you’ve even had a child, and with the great movie star Bo Yan, everyone’s dream man. You’re quite bold."
Yuran looked at Meng Qiuyan in astonishment, "Even you think so?"
Meng Qiuyan, "Bold as brass."
Yuran, "I need to defend myself here, it was the great movie star who pursued me. Do you believe that?"
Unexpectedly, Meng Qiuyan suddenly burst into laughter, "How could that be?"
"Why couldn’t that be?"
Meng Qiuyan, "I can’t put my finger on why, but it just seems unlikely. The God of Words is like a Banished Immortal, above it all, not from this world, but now you’re saying the God of Words stooped down to pursue you?
Of course, that’s not to say you’re not good or not outstanding; it’s just that I couldn’t at all imagine the two of you together,
so the kissing scene in ’Glory’ was real?"
They’ve already had a child, what’s a kissing scene in comparison.
Yuran nodded solemnly, "Of course, our acting is always realistic."
The topic ended there, and Meng Qiuyan switched to another matter, "I’m not sure what’s happening internally at Xusheng, but it seems like Meng Xusheng has decided to sacrifice the car to save the chess piece.
The online wars are almost all targeting me; he probably wants to push me out since I am just a rebellious puppet at Xusheng now.
If I can be of any use now, he will definitely try to deal with me without mercy."
Yuran frowned, "I don’t know how Meng Xusheng plans to operate, but I have quite a bit of explosive material on Xusheng. How about I share a couple with you to play with?"
Meng Qiuyan suddenly looked at Yuran, "Why would you have... "
Yuran blinked, "Of course, it’s because I’ve signed you. I’ve been digging this hole for so long, and now I finally have a chance to use it. If I couldn’t get you on board, I would feel like a failure."
Meng Qiuyan’s smile turned a bit pale, "Yuran, you know, right now, I need a life preserver. I don’t trust anyone, but I trust you."
This intuition came out of nowhere, but Meng Qiuyan didn’t want to dismiss it. She was even willing to bet everything, hoping her judgment wasn’t that bad.
Yuran was somewhat moved and smiled with a twinkle in her eye, "Although I don’t know why I like you so much, I want to keep liking you."
Meng Qiuyan was startled, then smiled faintly, "If I were a man, I would think you were confessing to me."